Sachi-Himura

Just An Ordinary Girl 10 (Romania x Reader) Wow! I made it to chapter ten, TWO numerals! Yeah! Now to make it to twenty! Woot! Woot! Sorry…on to the story! Part 3, book 2: A Troubled Child Makes a Troubled Teen . . . “I’ve always wondered….since I was a very small child what it was like to have a family.” “Is that so?” “Yes, I didn’t really understand why people complained about family smothering or overbearing parents. Neglect is something to complain about, not if your mother packed you an ‘I love you’ note in your lunch box. “I suppose.” “How

Looking at the clothes he held up, they just so didn't seem you... not at all... Yeah, on the rack, they just seemed like normal clothes for normal girls, but off of the rack and out in plain sight for you to see, especially when suggested that you should wear them... no, they immediately lost all appeal. "C'moooon, you won't know 'till you try iiit...!" he sang, moving the articles of clothing in his hand by the hangers in what was apparently supposed to be a tempting motion, his tone suggesting that you were missing out on something. You lifted an eyebrow at the outfit; usually, you were pretty willing to try whatever he suggested, becau

Why do I do this to myself? Here you were, standing in front of the reference section shelf, gazing upon the array of books that focused on various cultures from around the world. You picked one, quite thick yet small in size, about Russia. You moved further down, tracing to other shelves before you picked out one about Belarus. You smiled fondly as you took in the book you loved oh-so-dearly, before moving away you walked towards a desk, one situated by the window where you can overlook the scenery. Although it had been a long time since you’ve been to the library, you absolutely had no idea what you wanted to read. By the time you h

Contains: Romano x Reader --------------------------- "You know…I've always liked your girl." The words haunted him, dancing in his mind. Distorting (and if not destroying), all of his thoughts. Romano pushed past the huge crowd of people, reaching for your receding figure. Fear choking him stopping the Italia from screaming your name. Another huge wave of humans leaving to go to work or school caused Romano to lose sight of you in the sea of human flesh. It was only then that he was able to scream your name. But to no avail were you able to hear him upon boarding the subway train to your collage and place of work. Your eyes focused on

“Gilbert! Ugh!” You walked around the house, looking for the Prussian and his bird. You should have told him you were going to get ice cream. But no, you had decided to be honest and tell the albino that you were going to the vet. You heard a “Piyo!” followed by “Verdammt, Gilbird! Shut up!” You followed the sound, tracking it to the bathroom. You pulled open the shower curtain to reveal Gilbert, with Gilbird on his head. You rolled your eyes. “Come on, we’re going to be late for Gilbird’s appointment.” You hoped Gilbert would give in and allow you to take them to the vet, but, of

Switzerland was frustrated and fed up.  He wanted your attention and the other countries were stealing it away with fancy trinkets and tokens of affection.  Sure, you still hung out with him and his sister quite a bit, but to him it wasn't enough. At the moment he was at the grocery store with Liechtenstein in tow.  He fumed on and on in his head about how he was just as good - better even - than the other countries who took up your time.  Some of them were tolerable, but he absolutely couldn't stand it when you spent time with Austria to fawn over his piano playing.  Switzerland grit his teeth just thinking about it. "Brother, slow down pl

"Quite a temper you got on you for such a neutral person." You sneered looking out through a large window. The rain droplets had tiny races to the bottom, streaking the pane with water streaks. "Quite a mouth you got for a dumb girl," Vash retorted as he angrily stomped around the den. "At least I don't go shooting random people." You retorted as you turned to face the Swiss man. "I do it to protect myself and my sister!" he stood up facing you, his blood full of rage. "What about me? During the War of Flames? Didn't seem to protect me at all." You snapped. "I wasn't going to take sides," he replied. "Yeah, I got that," you sighed turni

A/N: This one's been a long time comin'. Don't forget to comment and favorite, but most of all enjoy! Hasta la pasta~ They say before you start a war You better know what you're fighting for Well baby, you are all that I adore If love is what you need A soldier I will be [Name] was angry. Angry that she had to be a stupid sovereign nation with a stupid small army and she couldn't protect her stupid self properly against stupid America and his stupid war. But even more than that, she was angry that dear, stubborn Vash had given up everything to fight for her. Oh, [Name] had protested. She wasn't worth giving up hundreds of years' worth of ne

Your floor was littered with manga volumes. Some were organized, some were simply thrown around in a random stack to save some space. Your eyes travelled up to your best friend, your partner in manga crime, Honda Kiku. Kiku was entirely immersed in your manga; he had switched over to your shoujo manga a few hours ago. The two of you were pulling an all-nighter while your parents were gone for the weekend, catching up on all the tasty Asian snacks and manga you had missed due to your flu the past week. And he had cared for you so well that week. He showed up in a cute, pink apron and cooked for you so you would feel better that same weekend.

You met him through his little sister. Well, met him for real. Vash Zwingli and you had been going to the same school for eight years now. You had moved into the area during elementary and had been stuck in the same class as him, but he had never acknowledged you. He always kept to himself, sort of. He used to be good friends with Roderich Edelstein, that musically artistic Austrian kid, but they kind of stopped being friends once middle school began. Over the years, you had been stuck in a few classes with him, though you had never given him much thought, just like you knew he hadn’t given you much thought either. But senior year w